I did a thing today, and the details aren’t important, but it’s got me thinking a lot and I wanted to share my thoughts.

Why don’t we choose kindness more often? Like, why does it have to be so damned shocking when someone does something kind? Especially when it’s just the right thing to do?

My life is not perfect. But my bad days are a freaking Dream in Toyland for some people…

My brain doesn’t always like me, but I can still baseline function even on what are my worst days. So many people can’t say anything close to that.

My house may not be everything I wish it was. Both hubby and kiddo have their own spaces that are just theirs, but there’s nothing like that available to me (just not enough space.) Some days that gets me down. But then I wake the eff up and realize – I have a beautiful, warm, comfortable roof over my head. I have a place to keep all the people and things that mean everything to me safe. So many people don’t have anything close to that.

Christmas was a little slimmer this year than I would have liked. Recent bills for Alton-cat meant having to be a bit more restrained than we may have otherwise been. But there are presents under my tree. Everyone I love will get a little something from my heart, and that gives me joy.

I have the decades-long love of my life, and my wonderful son, here with me. So, SO many people cannot say the same. On Christmas morning I will wake up and celebrate with my beautiful family. Others will be alone – or worse. I’m blessed beyond belief.

So all this to say – – when you really think about it, how lucky are you? How grateful should you REALLY be? And if given the chance, any chance at all, to lend a hand to someone else less fortunate, why in the world shouldn’t you? The world needs more kindness.

So when given the option, be kind.